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walking dead rick grimes comic // amc // game infinite au's TAKEN: ❥NEGAN. roleplay logs⤵

[phonekind]

the bar is playing horse races

[phonekind]

"I think I may have fractured my pelvis trying to hump down a door. I thought I could use my dick as a battering ram but that was unfuckingfortunately not the case. Kiss it better?"

"Please...don't do that again. For me." He kneels down and places a chaste kiss to the denim over Negan's crotch before eyeing him, smiling cutely and undoing the belt, sweetly taking the man's dick and giving it a warm wet kiss while squinty eyes still watch his face.

[phonekind]

"Jeeze, tough crowd. I'm just fooling around with you, you tight-lipped prick. Kind of wanted you to hit me. I probably like it more than I should. You know I fucking love you, right?" He clamped a hand over Rick's shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze, his expression softening with concern.

Rick put a hand over Negan's and grabbed at it tightly, looking down. "I know...I'm just being...I don't know. I'm sorry." His lips pouted again. "Stop making fun of my dick."

[phonekind]

"I miss you…"

[lucillekind]

"Fuck, you know what? I think it’s contagious. I am a hundred percent sure that pining inspires pining." Without a moment’s hesitation he lifted Rick right off of his feet and into his arms, pressing a warm kiss to his forehead. 

[phonekind]

Rick made a delighted cry as he was hoisted, smiling wide with huge dimples. He wrapped his right arm over Negan while his hand stroked at the other's cheek lovingly. "Thank you."

[phonekind]

Rick. Hey, Rick. Diarrhea.

Negan! I'm holding ice tea.

[phonekind]

lucillekind replied to your post: lucillekind replied to your post: I dreamt I was... Wink. -curls up against.-

[phonekind]

"I miss you..."

[phonekind]

"I got onion rings and fries, do you want any?"

[phonekind]

lucillekind replied to your post: I dreamt I was allergic to horses…………….. Sounds more like a night/mare/. Oh my GOD.

[phonekind]

I dreamt I was allergic to horses.................

[phonekind]

Two and a half at

least. Certainly feels like it.

[lucillekind]

He pinched the bridge of his nose, grimacing. “Go get a fucking measuring tape.” 

[phonekind]

"Yeah, fine." He goes to wherever some measuring tape is kept these days.

[lucillekind]

phonekind replied to your post:Four Ricks. That’s eight nipples. EIGHT.

Still wouldn’t be enough hands to properly wrap around your giant dick.

-Blushing, just a tinge.- Ha ha, nope, probably not. Hands. That’s the unit they use for measuring horses, right? How many hands do you suppose my cock is? -He cupped his hand to his chin as he mused over his inquiry.- 

[phonekind]

Two and a half at least. Certainly feels like it.

[stuff-and-thangs]

[phonekind]

Rick lays off the edge of the bed, draped in Negan's jacket. He lets himself hide in it, becoming drunk on its intoxicating scent. Having a part of Negan with him, eyes fluttering open and closed in an attempt to stay awake, it was the first time since everything that he could have easily fallen asleep, just let it happen and stay with it -- but he had no intention of sleeping alone ever again, not since Negan.

[phonekind]

-Hugs Rick from behind and peppers kisses along the back of his neck.- Guess who!

-He wraps his arms over those of ~whoever~ might be behind him, letting out a happy sigh.- Ahh, I'm going answer with the-absolute-love-of-my-life?

[retropicool]

[phonekind]

h i

[whiteshirteffect]

[phonekind]

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